Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.